Ancient Truths Revealed

[Spartan 999]

0746 Hours, September 22nd, 2537, Human Military Calender.
Xirsas Keep, Valadir Mountain Range, Sangheilios.
Special Operations High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai

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"Well, this is definitely a change from the Muram Keep, don't you think?" Sorsa 'Xirsasai inquired of Til 'Muramai. His fellow High Inquisitor's clan was a desert one, and the landscape there was as different as it could be from the current one.

Snow glittered as it swirled through the forest the two travelers were hiking in, ice coating boulders and parts of the trees. Yes, very different from the hot, arid desert environment Til had been raised in.

The two members of Reticent Lance had been permitted a week for "vacation" shortly after the minor uprising at the Citadel of Lidless Inquisition. So, they had gone together to the Muram Keep, almost on the other side of Sangheilios from where the Xirsas Keep was located. They had been welcomed with grace, and Sorsa had actually enjoyed his short stay there.

Now they were almost at the Xirsas Keep, warm clothing pulled tightly across their bodies. The massive stone gates could be seen in the distance, the rest of the keep towering over the gates. The sight would only grow more spectacular as the pair approached...

[Huka]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

Walking beside his brother-in-arms, Til wore somewhat thick robes with doarmir fur inside and laced along it, with a warm cuirass against his chest, vambraces and greaves clamped over any entrances into his robes and by pure instinct, he had on his skin-tight jumpsuit underneath. In all, he tried to stay warm and try to hide his appearance as best as he can.

Keeping a hood over his head, the Inquisitor shivered every once in while. "Yes, b-brother. Quite." He said, his voice straining to crack. Being a dweller of the sands, he wasn't use to the cold and mountainous homeland of Xirsas.

Despite the torture of the cold, Til was enjoying the scenery. It have been too long since he could relax from battle. He have been learning at the Ascetic monastry for a while but he had to be summoned multiple times.

And being with his wife was a lovely time, enjoying the heat of the Helian Desert, and seeing his children. Sadly he couldn't enjoy it completely due to tradition and his own affiliation with the Special Operations division.

He smiled under his hood at the thought of his sons, Maru and Laka. They were growing up quick and learning just as fast. They had his good looks and eyes.

Posing as one of their many uncles, Til had to be very discreet around them, but he noticed Laka seem abit...focused on him. While Maru was the larger and more physical of the twins, Laka was more...of a scholar and his intelligence shone through him like a beacon.

He envisioned great things from both of them. Then his thoughts on his children were gone when he saw massive stone gates. Looking beyond, he saw the rest of a ice-covered keep.

So this is Xirsas Keep...

[Spartan 999]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai

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Sorsa almost laughed at Til's chattering mandibles, but managed to restrain himself. He did not want to poke fun at his best and longest-known friend; there was time for that when they weren't hiking through a treacherous forest at the peak of one of the highest mountains in the Valadir range.

He came to a halt several minutes later, his head tipping back as he studied the Keep. It looked just like the last time he had been there. He looked back down, then approached the main gates. He rapped loudly on a specific part of the massive gate, the reason revealing itself when a small slot at eye level opened up. Two orange eyes peered out, wary of who was at the Keep this early in the morning.

"Explain yourselves." A voice said from within.

"I am High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai, and this is my good friend High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai." Sorsa replied, one hand pulling his hood and scarf down. The gatekeeper's eyes widened slightly. He closed the slot, then opened a Sangheili-sized door in the main gates.

Sorsa barely had to tip his head as he walked through the doorway. He shook the snow off his traveling robes as the gatekeeper shut the door behind the High Inquisitors. He gatekeeper turned and bowed low to the other Sangheili.

"It is an honor to have you return home, High Inquisitor Sorsa. And it is an honor to have you enter our keep, High Inquisitor Til." The gatekeeper ended his bow, then motioned with a hand.

One of the guards at the inner gate came forward, halting once to bow to Sorsa and Til.

"Relin will escort you two to the Elder's meeting room. I have no doubt they are eager to greet you themselves." The gatekeeper paused for a moment as he shifted in his armor. "Is there anything else you wish, Excellencies?"

"No, thank you." Sorsa said, still as a statue. "We will find our own way."

"Very well." The gatekeeper nodded to Relin.

"If you will follow me, please." Relin said to the High Inquisitors graciously. He turned and headed for the inner gate, leading the way to the Elder's Council Chamber.

[Huka]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

Bowing respectfully to the Gatekeeper on his greeting and to their given escort, Til remained silent and his neck respirator was properly adjusted to keep its wheezing and when it did, the noise was muffled under his robes.

Brushing the snow off his shoulders, Til made subtle observation of the keep, and make mental notes to himself. When the escort start to lead them to the council chamber, Til felt abit small in comparison to the more larger and vicious-looking Xirsas clansmen but he was still just as vicious.

Shivering to himself, he rubbed the fur in his robes to get some heat back to him. He hoped there was more heat inside.

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Special Operations High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai

Sorsa glanced over at Til, noting his slight shivering and attempts to warm himself through friction.

"Do not fear, brother. Xirsas Keep has massive blazing fires that are kept going all day and night. You will warm up in no time when we reach the council chambers." Sorsa whispered, smiling as memories washed over him. The inner gate opened before them, allowing access to the main keep.

Several Sangheili walked around the entrance hall, talking about random happenings in the keep. Several conversations died when curious eyes turned upon the two new arrivals. Sorsa was well known by many, and though none had seen Til, they knew it was him because of the respirator. Most bowed slightly before continuing their conversations, albeit somewhat distracted.

A few minutes later, the High Inquisitors were standing tall before the Elders of Xirsas in the middle of a large circular room. A massive wall was set behind the Elders', the wall which depicted the Xirsas history and achievements.

"Welcome, High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai, and welcome back, High Inqisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai." Grav 'Xirsasee said, his voice scratchy and low, even though his body showed he was still in near peak physical condition. "It is a great honor for one, let alone two, Sangheili of your rank visit us."

[Huka]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

Comforted by Sorsa's words and soon the heat rushed to him when they entered the council chamber as promised, bringing his mood up.

Bowing to the speaking elder, Til replied with a lightly-accented voice, almost emotionless but respectful, "The honor is mine, Councilor. Your keep and land is truly of upmost beauty, despite the cold that comes with it."

[Spartan 999]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai

Sorsa bowed to the Elders as Til did, mandibles waving slightly.

"The honor is mine, Councilor. Your keep and land is truly of upmost beauty, despite the cold that comes with it."

"Ah, the Muram Clan is a desert one, yes?" Grav said, his tone brushed with humor, eyes sparkling. "I can see how you would not be fond of the cold."

"We both had a week's rest, and so decided to visit our home keeps together." Sorsa said after a moment. "We stopped by the Muram Keep first, in fact. We expect to be here for no more than three days."

"A week off? That must be a first for the Special Operations." An ancient looking Elder said, his voice somewhat weak, for Yilar 'Xirsasee was almost 200 years of age.

"Yes, it is the first true break we have had in many years." Sorsa replied, smiling slightly. "Being a High Inquisitor has its downsides as well as its benefits." He looked at the various Elders before speaking again. "If I may ask, where is Kaidon Trel?"

"He should be arriving shortly after discussing matters with the Kaidon of Jiras." Grav informed Sorsa.

A small lump formed in Sorsa's throat at the mention of his wife's clan. He blinked, willing the unpleasant yearning sensation away. He would try to contact her, see if she was at Jiras Keep or still fighting against the humans.

"Well, I look forward to seeing him when he arri--"

The doors opened, allowing a tall figure to step through. Kaidon Trel 'Xirsasai had arrived. Sorsa and Trel stared at one another for a few seconds, then bowed to each other as one.

"Elder brother." Sorsa said respectfully.

"Younger brother." Trel rumbled with the same level of respect. He approached Sorsa, and it became clear that the two were closely related. They had the same crimson eyes, pitch black skin, and were even within millimeters of each others' height.

"How have you been?" Sorsa asked, placing his right hand on Trel's left shoulder in greeting, the Kaidon doing the same to Sorsa. "It has been a long time since we last spoke."

"Yes, and I have been well, thank you." Trel responded. His eyes quirked as he grinned somewhat mischievously. "As I recall, you still have yet to best me in a duel."

"Hah. You wait until I call you out at the training grounds. Then we'll see who's superior." Sorsa challenged, also grinning. His gaze slid over to Til. "Oh yes, this is Til 'Muramai, a fellow High Inquisitor and a great friend of mine."

"It is an honor to meet you, High Inquisitor 'Muramai." Trel said, bowing to Til. "I hope you enjoy your stay here, though from what I know, you will want to stay inside the keep."

[Huka]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

Til chuckled at the elder's joke and remain quiet as Sorsa told him about their rest and journey to Muram Keep. When the clan kaidon was mentioned and the words Jiras entered the conversation, Til glanced at his friend, and saw him shallowing abit distracting.

Smirking very little, he knew enough of Sorsa's extremely subtle mannerisms to know that the spoken clan have a significant effect on him.

Just then, the doors behind them open to reveal another Sangheili, who looked almost like Sorsa. The Kaidon Trel 'Xirsasai.

Watching the little reunion, Til saw the rare comfort between brothers, and dryly chuckled. Then Sorsa introduced him to the Kaidon.

Bowing to Trel with respect at the same time as he did, Til replied in rare humor, "While the cold is uncomfortable to say the least, I will enjoy everything you have to offer. If I can survive the Hunt and this forsaken war, I can survive this."

[Spartan 999]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai

Both Sorsa and Trel grinned at the same time.

"I'm sure you can, Til." Trel said, stepping towards the Elders. "Now, if you would, I would like to speak to the Elders about my meeting with Kaidon Jiras. I'm afraid we will have to continue our, erm, discussion later."

"Of course, brother." Sorsa replied. He jerked his head to Til. "Come, let me give you the 'grand tour' of the keep."

*****

Some time later, Sorsa stepped out onto an observation platform looking out over a snow-covered field. At that time, a small group of Sangheili youth were sparring with wooden weapons, their bodies covered only in simple loincloths and shirts. Their instructor insured they were handling the weapons expertly, his shouts carrying to the platform the High Inquisitors were standing on.

"These are the Training Grounds." Sorsa informed Til. "The Common Rooms are right below us, and the youth train here almost every day." He sighed as he recalled what his twin son and daughter looked like when they were training. Now, they were adults, and he did not know where they were. But enough of that. There was one last thing he wished to show Til. "Come, brother. I know you will love studying the Xirsas Wall."

The two walked in silence until they had entered the now empty Council Chambers. Sorsa walked up to the Wall, then pulled a rolling ladder out of the shadows.

"Three meters up the history of Xirsas starts. Enjoy." Sorsa said with a grin, motioning for Til to step up.

[Huka]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

Walking with Sorsa through the keep, Til was enjoying himself, especially with his body temperate back up again thanks to the heat.

Several units of walking through snow can ruin a desert-walker's temperament easily.

When they looked over the training area, Til watched the Xirsas youth train and their teacher coaching and encourage them.

It made him smile some, he remembered his own training with his Battlemaster, years of harsh training in blazing hot days and icy-cold nights of conditioning, hunting excerises, weapons training, and studying. It made his demeanor lessen abit.

Then Sorsa mentioned they had one last place to visit; the Xirsas Wall. Soon enough, they returned to the council chamber, and walked to the back of the room where their clan saga was written.

Looking at the unique dialect of the clan, Til could see the ages through the writing; While Muram writing was smooth curves and diligent, Xirsas writing was rough and carved as if by claws into ice, and as it progressed, it looked more and more younger than the last.

It sparked a old feeling he thought he lost long time ago. A thirst for knowledge. The excitement of learning others' cultures and memories. The desire of equality.

A tear started to come to his good eye at the alien feeling, when Sorsa brought a step ladder towards him, telling him that his clan's history starts three meters up.

With a grateful nod, he pulled his hood back at last, letting a perfect wind roll across his face, before climbing up to the given location.

With a somewhat contained youthful enthusiasm that returned to him after several years, he climbed up, and started to read.

[Spartan 999]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai

Sorsa chuckled as Til positively ran up the step ladder, obviously eager to gain new knowledge. He stepped back, his eyes roving over the wall. He had never been one for reading much, but he appreciated knowledge, nonetheless.

His head tilted to the side as he saw an area near the floor that was covered in dust. He knelt down, then reached out to brush off the dust. A few seconds of rubbing later, he started to stand back up, but... His gaze returned to the area he had just cleaned. He peered closely, eyes narrowing as he read it. It was the tale of Nirro 'Xirsasai.

Sorsa continued reading, then froze upon reading the last part. Nirro had been disgraced somehow, and because of his high rank, had become an Arbiter. He had subsequently begun the Taming of the Mgalekgolo, but had been killed doing so. He examined the descendants of Nirro down to the present day, which showed...Sorsa was descended from the ancient Arbiter.

Sorsa blinked, the revelation surprising him. Of course, he would not have known as a child; he had done nothing to earn his place upon the Wall at the time. But... He shook himself out of his reverie, then looked over at Til. The scholarly High Inquisitor was almost beside Sorsa, so fast was he reading.

He rose to his feet to allow Til access to where he had been kneeling, his mind still whirling. He was confused--why should learning that his ancestor got the Lekgolo to join the Covenant be such a revelation to him?

Sorsa blinked, then realized that Til had reached Nirro's name.

[Huka]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

The Battle of Valadir...

The Last Schism...

Retribution of Ravir...

The Second Xirsas-Jiras Clan War...

The Marching Forest of Quig...

So many stories, so many battles of various causes, the names of true warriors of the clan, their strength and nobility legendary, allegiance of the clan or the Covenant written down in obvious reverence by the scribes of this wall.

He would have no doubt done the same in their time.

When his claw came upon Nirro 'Xirsasai, Til read with much excitement about the Arbiter. Learning he was the ancient Tamer of the Lekgolo, dying in a sacrifical battle was obviously against him and his warriors, but they died in a glorious battle, killing most of the Lekgolo in the process.

Nirro died a war hero, like any Arbiter, and gain the eternal respect of the Lekgolo, which is the source of the Sangheili and Lekgolo's easy relationship now.

As when he started to read on the fallen Arbiter's descendents, his eye came on the name: SORSA 'XIRSASAI.

Blinking to make sure he was correct, Til was speechless for several seconds, felt like units, and finally he gave a dry laugh, his respirator wheezing along with it, "Well that explains alot."

[Spartan 999]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai

"Yes, I suppose so." Sorsa muttered. He crossed his arms, one hand rubbing his lower mandibles thoughtfully. His thoughts were finally coalescing, along with several intriguing ideas. Very intriguing...

The Following Morning...

Til was awoken by a simple tap to the shoulder. Sorsa stood over him, eyes gleaming in a sort of furious joy rarely seen on his face.

"Til, I want to show you something." Sorsa rumbled, motioning to a holographic monitor glowing gently on a desk in the corner of the room. "I was thinking. About my ancestry. About the Lekgolo. And I believe I have created something incredible. Take a look."

The screen showed data, statistics, and a rough 3D model that resembled a Mgalekgolo Hunter, albeit slimmer and lacking the assault cannon and shield. The stats below showed thinner and lighter armor which had attached camouflage plates and sound dampeners.

"A new type of Mgalekgolo, focused on stealth." Sorsa explained, mandibles clicking louder than usual in his excitement. "After looking through translations for the Lekgolo language, I have dubbed them the Syalekgolo at this time." He paused, allowing the idea to sink in. "What do you think, brother?"

[Huka]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

Waking up instantly to a tap of his shoulder, Til sprung up from his bed, a hand on his curveblade at his side, ready to kill until his good eye saw it was Sorsa who woke him.

Calming down, Til breathed steadily. He still had the failed rebellion on the Citadel on his mind and was ready for any assassination attempt.

He was able to speak when he noticed a certain fire of excitement in Sorsa's eyes and that meant something. He wanted to show him something.

Following him to his desk in the corner of the room in a flowing gray robes, Til sheathed his blade, and listened to his brother while looking at a most curious holographic rendering.

Sorsa called it a...Syalekgolo. It looked similar to a Mgalekgolo but it was more slim and lack the assault weaponry well-feared by the Hunter shock troopers.

Reading over it, Til's eye was wide in awe and, despite wanting the war to be the last thing on his mind right now, was shivering with warlike excitement.

His mandibles clicked in anxious joy at this new development, a new addition to the war against the Heretics, and for his dear brother to have made a idea as ingenious as this.

"Excellent work, Brother, I knew you had something brewing in your mind after our finding but, I never thought of the Lekgolo to be useful as functional stealth units but you prove me wrong. I would love to these infiltrators in combat." Til said with a fiery glee, envisioning the possibilities.

[Spartan 999]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai

"Apparently there was something like the Syalekgolo during the Taming of the Mgalekgolo; smaller gestalts that acted as spies and assassins." Sorsa explained, grinning widely at Til's reaction. "There wasn't a lot of information on them, but I read enough to create this." He motioned to the 3D model.

"The Syalekgolo would be a combination of terror trooper and Quig'ulis, in that they would act as trackers or something similar." The High Inquisitor continued, pacing back and forth as he thought. "I suspect they would be excellent guardians, as well." He halted on one side of the desk. "Now for weaponry, maybe they could be fitted with an enlarged burst rifle. That would allow them to take down enemies from a distance without revealing their position, unlike the assault cannon, which is extremely obvious--almost painfully so."

Sorsa gave a long sigh, hand massaging his forehead. "Well, I guess we can sort out the details later. For now, though, we should enjoy our rest days while they last..."

Five Days Later

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Sorsa and Til walked purposefully side-by-side to the Prophet of Inquisition's chambers, their steps perfectly in sync. Sorsa clutched a holopad in one hand, which had details and diagrams on it that had all the data on the Syalekgolos on it.

Earlier the previous day, Til and he had bounced ideas off of one another in an attempt to improve the Syalekgolo design. Sorsa had come up with the concept of different forms, with one being more humanoid and the other acting as support to the main bond brother. It was Til who had thought of an ophidian design for the second bond brother, which he said was inspired by the sand-worms.

Now, as one, they would present the culmination of their hard thought out ideas to the Prophet of Inquisition for approval. Truth be told, Sorsa was somewhat nervous. He half expected Inquisition to deny the proposal as soon as he heard the words "Lekgolo" and "stealth" in the same sentence.

[Huka]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

After a week of peace and planning, Til and Sorsa have returned to the war, leaving their happiness behind to their clans. Now they were the ruthless, noble leaders of the Warrior-priests of the Covenant once more.

Garbed their blessed armor, most of their powerful bodies hidden under their cloaks, the two walked side-by-side, rejunvenated and once more aimed to their duty.

When they are together, a powerful force radiated from them, ebbing a dreadful aura that made all fear and respect them for what they are and how they got here.

The Advocates that inhabited the Citadel celebrated the return of the High Inquisitors and bowed before them, from the fierce Swordsmen of Suban to the devoted Shields of Qikost, with upmost respect and loyalty.

As they approached the council chamber of the Minister of Inquisitor, even the Minister's honor guard in their luminous red-and-orange armor, known to be chosen as the best of the Covenant warriors, knew who the High Inquisitors were and bowed their heads in respect as they passed.

Opening the door, the two saw the Minister hovering in his gravity throne, the light beaming off his purple robes and bronze skullcap as he kept his body against his seat and head held high, indicating the strength in his aged form. When they stepped in, the old San'Shyuum bobbed his chair around, and looked at them with weary eyes. Immediately, they bowed to their benefactor and religious leader.

"So two of my Champions have returned at last." He said with a shakey but reverent voice, "I am here as you requested. What is this...asset you wish to show me?"

Til glanced at Sorsa, thankfully he was on his left side so he could look at his friend without moving his head, and nodded, signaling his moment.

Seeing this with a expert eye, the Minister looked at Sorsa with high expectation.

[Spartan 999]

High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai

"Holy Prophet, we have come to show you a creation we have developed together." Sorsa said, tapping a few keys on the holopad.

The device synced with the computer in Inquisition's chambers, then showed a large holographic image of the Syalekgolo Venator and Wyrm next to one another. Data and stats appeared on the side, large enough for the Prophet to read.

"It is a Mgalekgolo gestalt based around stealth." He continued. "I myself believe it can be very effective if utilized correctly."

((OOC: Sorry for short post. :/ )

[Huka]

The Minister of Inquisition

At the very sight of the Mgalekgolo rendering, the Minister rose a brow very slightly, but he listened very carefully and thoughtfully. Despite their given week off of battle,the two still had the cause on their minds, and, in their venture home to temporary peace, have sparked such a idea as to bring the Lekgolo into the trade of stealth and assassination.

They have no doubt thought of this very closely and carefully to even consider thinking of mentioning it to the Minister.

He have been watching over the High Inquisitors very closely since R'ha brought them to him. Til was a prodigy, very few have escalated up the ranks as fast as he have, to be a High Inquisitor was considered to those of older age and experience, but he have done his duties as well as any previous High Inquisitor and with the commitment of a zealot.

Despite himself, Inquisition pitied the lad on how he became what he is, and respected him for his efforts in the war.

And then, there was Sorsa. A master at what he does and often plagued of being accused a heretic time and again for his marvelous work, but in the San'Shyuum's experienced eyes, he was a true Special Operator. He was a veteran of many battles, both noble and underhanded, and progressed from each one.

They both knew their responsibility and the severe importance and effect that their positions had in the Covenant. Even though there was several other qualified Inquisitors who have been under his thumb for years, the Reticent Lance proved more effective and reliable in their work.

So when Sorsa explained this new form of Lekgolo to him, the Minister nodded in agreement, it sound very promising to even him.

"Interesting...you have studied well, High Inquisitor 'Xirsasai. Basing this new idea on the very being that have killed the Tamer of the Lekgolo himself, the Syalekgolo will prove a valuable asset to our cause." The Minister said, hovering to the High Inquisitors and place a approving hand on both of their shoulders with a firm smile, "It brings me joy to see that my chosen few have made their leave a productive one and once more, the Reticent Lance strengthen our power, if not by mere skill on the battlefield, then by their cunning."

Til bowed lowly to the Minister's approval and praise.

[Spartan 999]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai

Sorsa bowed with Til, mandibles clicking happily.

"If I may continue, Prophet?" He asked, head tilting to the side slightly. Inquisition nodded gracefully. "I had another idea of how to procure the Lekgolo to create the Syalekgolo forms." He pressed a key, which brought up statistics for various Lekgolo and Mgalekgolo.

"Gathering wounded Mgalekgolo and those that lost their bond brothers for integration into the Syalekgolo ranks means that the Syalekgolo in question will be more prepared and experienced in combat than a newly formed Mgalekgolo." Sorsa explained. "They will need to learn stealth combat rather than straight up shock trooper tactics, but it will be much faster than taking the time to gather Lekgolo and let them bond together." He paused for a moment. "Do you agree?"

[Huka]

The Minister of Inquisition

With a kind smile that meant more than compassion, the San'Shyuum nodded, "Yes, High Inquisitor 'Xirsasai. I believe your project have much promise and I want you to oversee to its progress."

Then he looked to Til, "High Inquisitor 'Muramai. Whilst a large number of your brethern is stationed on the Inquisitor's Ark with the Grand Inquisitor, I believe your Citadel will make a fine training ground for the Syalekgolo. Don't you agree?"

Til nodded, "Yes, Sire. This fortress have much room and supplies to support such a ambition."

The Minister smiled abit wider, "Good. I will have more support put into the Citadel's reconstruction and the surrounding area. Is there anything else, High Inquisitors?"

Til remained quiet, content on his part.

[Spartan 999]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai

Sorsa thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I believe I have voiced everything I wish to say."

Inquisition grin widened, the expression becoming more predatory. "I look forward to receiving a report of the project in the near future, High Inquisitor."

Sorsa rose to his feet, crimson eyes blinking slowly. "I shall make my leave to start immediately on this. I already have sixteen Mgalekgolo who were severely wounded or lost their bond brothers; they are located on High Charity in order to recuperate."

The Prophet nodded, then tapped a key on his chair controls, causing the device to move away.

[Huka]

High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

Standing up, Til walked with Sorsa and the Minister's personal guardto escort him to the hanger. Giving a fond farewell, Til watched the Minister and his guards board the shuttle and leave his Citadel.

Putting his arms behind his back, Til inhaled and exhaled as he looked to the misty landscape of the moon, talking to his dear friend, "Everything have went better than I thought, brother. We have succeeded in getting the Minister's trust and respect. Hard to imagine years ago, we were nothing in the eyes of the San'shyuum...now we are two of the most important warriors in this forsaken war."

[Spartan 999]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai

"Indeed." Sorsa replied. He put a hand on Til's shoulder. "It is amazing. Truly, I never thought I would become a High Inquisitor when I first joined the military." He looked back at the Citadel that loomed over the two. "Although, I believe the Duma brothers should be informed about the Syalekgolo before we start training them..."

Three Days Later...

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Sorsa and Til stood before the Mgalekgolo gestalt known as Zalin Vesa Keru. He was the ninth one on the list Sorsa had compiled a few days earlier. This particular Mgalekgolo had been severely injured by a grenade as well as losing his bond brother.

"Now, Zalin, I believe I have informed you of everything needed for your understanding." Sorsa said, hands clasped behind his back. "What do you think of my offer?"

The gestalt shifted in contemplation, several individual Lekgolo vibrating; without his armor on, Zalin looked almost nothing like the massive, terrifying Hunter he had been. "I...accept. When will I be taken away for training?"

"As soon as you are ready." Sorsa replied.

"I am ready now, High Inquisitors."

"Excellent." Sorsa turned aroud, then started walking away. "Be warned, it will not be easy adjusting to being a Syalekgolo."

"I am prepared to do whatever needs be done."

[Huka]

Special Operations High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

Looking at the mass of Lekgolo called Zalin Vesa Keru, Til remained silent as his comrade spoke to it. Hearing it's acceptance into the Syalekgolo, the masked Inquisitor clicked in his throat, and mentally checked it's name off the list.

Sixteen candidates in the training program, nine collected.

The Citadel was already almost done with the training faciliy, thanks to dozens of dedicated Huragoks and Unggoy labor forces, including his own workforce. The equipment for the candidates ready for them as well.

By the time, the two have transported the Lekgolo to the facility, it will be done and ready. Mentally checking his schedule at the Citadel, Til had ensured to have a good lance of SOS instructors to assist the Duma bond brothers in training.

Walking away with Sorsa, he adjusted his respirator as they passed the holy city's guards and cilivans to their next candidate.

[Spartan 999]

((OOC: I declare this thread now FINISHED.))